On March the tenth at around 2:41ish my rabbit Peter died. It was so sad, and when I saw his little body in the box that the vets put him in, I broke down crying. I'm pretty sure he died of old age, but still.
Here's the story:
He was pretty sick and we took him to the vet and they did tests and gave him antibiotics and medicines and special food. On the ride home he was eating hay, and at the first stoplight he stopped eating and put his head down and hunched his shoulders like twice and we drove back to the vet's and they did everything they could, CPR, tubes on and on, but then he just died.
Here's the story:
He was pretty sick and we took him to the vet and they did tests and gave him antibiotics and medicines and special food. On the ride home he was eating hay, and at the first stoplight he stopped eating and put his head down and hunched his shoulders like twice and we drove back to the vet's and they did everything they could, CPR, tubes on and on, but then he just died.